Lyrics:
of thousands
Surrounded by lights
Nobody stands in our way
Pull your head back
Hold your hands high
Shake your body
If it's too loud
And your brain hurts
Fill
to do is get on the floor
Get your feet off the ground, shake that ass up and down
We can dance to the sound of the beat and the crowd
Get your feet off
I took the bitch off and I lost a couple pounds
Cross your mind to take my chain then your syndrome probably down
I named my choppa Michael Jackson
dinner
Lay back and get this this dickin'
Legs up in the air kicking
Down your thighs them juices trickling
Her body is a map. Her moan is the guide
X
What is happening?
So shoot your little cannons and let the boombox pound
Raise up our glasses and
Throw it on the ground!
Alcohol is poison, man!
break bad habits with bad mood
And I'ma break your spirit then break it to you like bad news
Like moonwalking with Michael Jackson in bad shoes
Bullet wounds don't be covered by ObamaCare
Your funeral was way too soon, that's if your mama there
Real niggas deserve to live twice
Plastic fork
she gon Croke
Yes I Love to pistol tote
Mama took my gun when I was young
She Scared I was gonna end my self
used to be so sad now I'm Michael Jackson
beneath the bleacher
Cut the pussy like im Michael
Myers with a clever
Skeet skeet squirt I don't wanna
See you tweak twork
Booty twork pop ya booty down
Up out your seats, make your body sway
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way
Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Love Life Live
Come
Up out your seats, make your body sway
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way
Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Love Life Live
Come
ugly head from my fears
Hundred years plungin spears in your lungs and ears (lungs and ears)
Born in a dungeon full of fuckin mirrors (Michael Jackson
but then you go and bleach your skin
Money you're worse than Yacub
'Cause their are eight stages of graft and you broke down to two
Plus you got
know no base
All gas, no brakes, make your bitch cash dates
I'm from Bompton, Balifornia, where them soul P shakes
And when the barrel's hit
past the bouncer with the stun gun
I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one
Cause who's bad? not Michael Jackson when I asked him
I
with a stick right by the door, it ain't no running up
Late night, we creepin' on they bitch-ass, get down low, Drac' got a hundred up
Bitch, plus my
Make em run the track though, Usaine
Did it to my last hoe , okay
Why she coming back tho, no way
Choppa Michael Jackson, it sings
Bullets steady
worsen
I am the only benevolent force that can turn your life around
I am not a hallucinatory monster who wants to drag you down
I come from the broken
role of a
Bitch, like Michael Jackson
" Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' "
Holla at my crew and they perish
Who do you cherish? Got that ass in my sight
Hey, ladies drop it down, just wanna see you touch the ground
Grah, like
Don't be shy girl go bananza, shake your body like a belly dancer
Grah, grah
Your girls cheeks
Michael Jackson now I beat it
Angellvroo but I'm still a demon
Gave her the da one time now that shit got her feining
You know we had
villian shit
Know I'm never finished
Break your teeth like british
Now I must replenish
Health and mana stamina down
Stepping up? I stand my own ground
You
it's like he had a disease
He robbed another (Stick it up!) and another (Stick it up!) Michael Jackson (Stick it up!) Stevie Wonder (Stick it up!)
Tried
spill
I'm Nelly wit' them hollows
'round here I let a 'Tip Drill'
Headshot, your funeral won't exist still
He got dropped wit' no service
Dickhead, now
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